And when I was twelve years old, sopmeone showed me the interweb, and told me of all the wonderful mailing lists, and bulletin boards, each with its butterfly panoply of threads, a stream of posts in each one. And so I looked. And as I sat there watching the marvellous spectacle I had the feeling that something was missing. I don't know what, but when it was over, I said to myself, "Is that all there is? Is that all there is...?"